âLife is like a basket of buns, no one knows what filling the next one will have.â
âLife is the best novelist, because nobody can guess what kind of scene will appear next.â
Li Muyangâs mind had gone blank, and in that white screen there were constantly flashes of two sages repeating similar famous remarks.
When Li Muyang heard Lu Qingming said that he was his son, he really felt as though there were waves beating against the shore of his heart.
He was the son of Li Yan, the son of Luo Qi, the brother of Li ShinianââIn all these years, this idea had been ingrained in his mind, every hair of his body, every bone and in the depths of every drop of blood.
Moreover, Li Muyang had very clearly felt the deep love of Li Yan and Luo Qi. There had been countless nights, countless times when he woke up from a high fever, straining to keep his eyes open. The first sight he saw was always the two busy figures of Li Yan and Luo Qi, and that worried smileââ
âWhy would they have done so much for me if Iâm not their son?â
âIf Iâm not their son, why would theyââtake care of me as though I was their son?â
Li Muyang had also seen the children of the neighbours, had also met the parents of other students. He had never noticed anything strange and had never felt that he and others were any different.
The only difference was that he was more stupid and ugly than others.
In his memory, his father and mother were very fond of him. Even if he had let them down countless times, even if he had received the worst test results in the whole school countless times, their love for him was not in the slightest reduced and still constantly took care of him.
Li Muyang had always felt that he was lucky and fortunate.
Even in his toughest days when he was as dark as charcoal and was constantly bullied, he still felt more laughter than tears, more joy than pain.
Father Li Yan, Mother Luo Qi, Big brother Li Muyang, and Little sister Li Shinianââthere four people were a family, these four were one. In Li Muyangâs heart, this was an unbreakable domain, an inseparable body.
This was the Li family.
And may also become the Li clan in the future.
But Lu Qingming had jumped out to say that he was the flesh and blood of the Lu family, the son of him and Gongsun Yuââ
What was more shocking was that he was not only the son of the Lu family, but he had also swapped identity with Lu QijiââLu Qiji was a Phoenix, the mother of the human race.
What was going on in this world?
Had he gone crazy or had Lu Qingming gone crazy?
Li Muyang stroked his face to be certain that he was not dreaming or having a fever.
What, Lu Qingmingââlooked very serious and normal.
âMuyangâââ Lu Qingming saw the horror in the eyes of Li Muyang but also notice his conflicting feelings and hesitancy at this moment.
Yes, he understood that he was an intruder; he understood that he still belonged to a stranger in his emotional area.
âYou must have had suspicions before. Why did Father send out his most powerful three souls and seven spirits to escort you to JiangnanââYou must have questioned why Spiritual Master Ziyang would travel all the way to Jiangnan to treat your illness, why he had time and time again saved you from deathââwhy you have came across so many dangers in Jiangnan, why you have encountered one assassination after anotherââSome happened in places you saw, but there were more happening in places that you couldnât seeââIn order to keep your family safe, we lost 20 experts in Jiangnanâââ
âAnd why you ended up enrolled into Starry Sky Academy when you got into West Wind University. Why Gongsun Yu repeatedly couldnât control herself to get close to you when you returned to Tiandu. But the secret had to be pushed back again and again, back to a place that you cannot seeâââ
âAnd my father, he clashed with the Song family again and again in order to protect you, even battled against Song Gudu on the top of Mist Mountainâââ
Li Muyangâs expression looked extremely complicated.
What Lu Qingming had said was also what Li Muyang had been puzzled about all this time.
He was not an idiot, on the contrary, after fusing with the tear of the Dragon King, his intelligence was much higher than that of ordinary mortals.
Why would the old Taoist who treated his illness be one of the seven Taoist Spiritual Masters, Master Ziyang?
Why was he accepted by the mysterious Starry Sky Academy when he did not enroll to the school?
Why did Aunt Gongsun send him gifts and clothesââand most importantly the clothes were made in advance, and each one fitted him perfectly?
Why would Lu Xingkong protect him at all costs, after all, in the eyes of such political figures, he should only be the son of a servantââ
Understood.
Everything was clear.
He was the son of the Lu family, a son who had been sent away by the Lu family to be raised by a servantââ
Li Muyang lifted his head to look at Lu Qingming. It was the first time he had so seriously, so clearly but also with such a complex expression looked at him.
âThis man is my father.â
âThis man is my biological father.â
For some reason, Li Muyang did not feel joy at all, but feltââfelt a kind of feeling of betrayal to his father Li Yan.
Li Yan was his father, his father for more than 10 years, his father who had sacrificed a lot for himââ
âIâââ Li Muyang opened his mouth to speak, but did not know what to say.
It was a reunion between Father and son, should they cry on each otherâs shoulder?
Or should he blame his father for leaving him in Jiangnan for so many years?
âMy original name should have been Lu Qiji?â Li Muyang asked.
âYes.â Lu Qingming nodded firmly. âYour name should have been Lu Qiji. It was your grandfather who decided on this name. Before you were born, he had looked through countless ancient books to choose a good name for youââThe name was chosen, but he couldnât give it to his own grandson.â
Worried that Li Muyang would hate his father, Lu Qingming explained: âMuyang, there must be a reason that your Grandpa made such a decision. You are his grandson, the hope of the Lu family that he had always wished for. It must have been more difficult for him than any one elseââIt was just that he had to be more decisive than we are. Because thatâs the only way he could reallyââkeep you safe.â
Li Muyang lifted his head to look at Lu Qingming. âYouââwhat do you know?â
âMuyang, I saw itâââ Lu Qingming said aloud.
âWhat?â
âDragon scales. When the Taoist priests of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau recited the ancient âDragon Slayer Songâ, the back of your hand was covered with scales. Although you tried to cover them up with your clothes, but I still saw itâââ
Boomââ
Li Muyang felt his head was about to be blown open.
His body was hot and dry, and his blood was boiling.
His pupils were blood-red, and his body was burning with rage and anger.
In the depths of his brain, there was an old voice yelling at him:
Kill him!
Kill him!
Kill him!
Time and time again, one roar after another.
His body was getting hotter and hotter, like he was being burned.
His palms were itchy, as though there was something about to break out of his body.
There was also a bizarre feeling of the blending of pain and pleasure, like innumerable centipedes and scorpion were climbing around his body.
Kill him!
The old voice sounded more hurried and grew louder.
He wanted to break out from the body of Li Muyang, penetrate out from his head, destroy the shell, and to soar up the sky.
âMuyangâââ Lu Qingming panicked when he saw Li Muyangâs present state.
Li Muyang did not respond.
His eyes were a more intense blood-red colour than before.
His palms were trembling more violently, and there were pieces of black scales covering the back of his hand, and then disappearingââ
âDragon transformation.â Lu Qingming exclaimed.
He knew Li Muyang was entering the state of dragon transformation.
His body was still out of his control, and he stillââhad the possibility of turning into an evil dragon.
âMuyang, I am Lu Qingming, I am your fatherâââ Lu Qingming used the familyâs âwave motionâ to break through the barrier that blocked the sound and emotions of the outside world, letting his voice enter deep into Li Muyangâs mind.
Li Muyangâs pupils had turned red, turning into two balls of blood.
His forehead was beaded with sweats, and then his eyes suddenly shot openââ
âAhhhâââ
Li Muyangâs fiercely gasped for breaths, his clothes already drenched in sweat.
âIâââ Li Muyang did not know how to explain his physical condition to Lu Qingming.
For some reason, his mood was very bad today. His body was filled with pent-up hostility that he wanted to vent.
He wanted to yell, he wanted to roar and he even more wanted to incinerate everything.
âMuyang, are you all right?â Lu Qingming asked worriedly. No matter what, a Father was most concerned about his childâs physical condition.
Even if he was still palpitating with fear after the scene he had just seen, even if it had made him suspect that there was a dragon Li Muyangâs body.
Just like how he did not show any response when he saw the scales on Li Muyangâs arm on the Sword God Square.
However, he had never doubted that Li Muyang was not his son.
âIâm fine.â Li Muyang shook his head. âIâââ
âWant to kill.â An old and familiar voice sounded in his ear.
Li Muyang sprang up from the boulder.
He looked around but no figures were seen.
He had clearly heard the voice of Song Gudu, but did not know where Song Gudu was.
âCome out.â Li Muyang roared. âSong Gudu, come outâââ That sort of feeling made him panicked and felt sullen.